3 Strikes....

Dear Colorado:

Growing up, I used to enjoy family summer vacations with you. I felt that we were great friends. However, I would like to bring up my last two visits. When I came to see you in January about 4 years ago, you made me fall down a mountain. I discovered that your snow is not fluffy like a cloud, but rather hard, cold and wet. This was not a lesson that I enjoyed learning. Strike 1. But I decided to be the bigger person. I gave you another chance and came back one August. You did not welcome me with open arms. Instead you decided it would be funny to play a joke on me and have a blizzard come through when all I brought were summer clothes. I was not amused. Strike 2. The point of this letter is to let you know that I will be coming to visit this evening. I will be staying for about a week and I will be using the rule of 3 strikes and you're out. While I do understand that it will be cool while I am there, I would appreciate it if you would abstain from hurling any form of frozen liquid from the sky. If you cannot comply with my request I am afraid I will have to end our friendship...

See you soon,

Alana

Rice Football

I have 3 partially written blog posts that I have started and not quite finished. Hopefully this one will actually be completed!

Eric and I took Mac to his first football game tonight at Rice. Since Rice is not known for it's football it worked out quite well. Mac had plenty of space to move around in all those empty seats. Mac's buddy Caleb even got to come with us. I was a little bit surprised that the boys seemed to pay attention to the game. They were at least looking in the direction of the field. Mac even made some new friends at the game. There was a group of 10 or 11 year old boys that were all on the same football team that sat on the steps right next to our seats. I had Mac sitting on my lap and told him to say touchdown so he raised his hands in the air and yelled "Ta-done." The next thing I know there were 6 boys asking me to make him do it again. Then I had him say good game and give me a high-five. I was surprised that boys that age would be impressed by a 19 month old, but it was very cute.





And yes, Mac is almost 20 months now, but I have to post this:

Mac, at 19 months:

-You weigh 27 lbs
-You have never watched Elmo, but you love to show us where Elmo is on your pjs
-You scream car every time you see one
-You like to point at the moon and say "moooooooooon"
-You like to show me "tees" (trees)
-You scream "beep beep" when we get in the car until I honk the horn (I'm sure our neighbors appreciate it!)
-You love to jump off of everything
-You have to tell Heisman "Love you", give him a hug, and give him a kiss before we can leave the house
-You still fight bed time
-You can say some of your ABCs
-You cry if Daddy won't smell your stinky feet (we don't get it either)
-You like to yell "Stinky!" when I change your diaper
-You have learned how to take your diaper off, and you think it is hilarious
-You only swing one arm when you run (daddy says it's because you are pretending to run with a football in it)
-You eat with your left hand
-You draw with your right hand
-You love to call Daddy on the phone
-You know the colors red and blue, sometimes
-Your favorite toy is your little red car
-You are still a dancing fool
-You say "Yo" all the time so that we will turn on your favorite show
-You say "Brobie" every time you see him on Yo Gabba Gabba
-You love "Biz's Beat Of The Day" (more Yo Gabba Gabba)
-Your favorite book is Dr. Seuss's ABC's
-You like to smack your lips when you give kisses
-You give the sweetest, tightest hugs
-You like to show Heisman where his eyes are (he wishes you would stop)
-You love to be outside
-You are still the greatest gift that your Daddy and I have ever received!

Are You Ready For Some Football?!?!?!?

Well, I can tell of one guy who is. I can honestly say that a good majority of my life with Eric has been related to and/or scheduled around football season. First off, we met our freshman year at A&M during football season. At that time, I really thought that a first down was the first time the ball hit the ground, but after hanging out with Eric for about, oh, 5 minutes, I realized I had found the greatest teacher in terms of the game. So my first semester at college, I spent pretty much every weekend going to, watching, or hearing about Aggie football. To be completely honest, I could have cared less, but it meant I got to sit (actually stand) next to a really cute guy for 3 whole hours! I thought that once the season was over I wouldn't hear about it until the next fall...boy was I wrong. There are bowl games, then comes recruiting, spring practice, spring game, and before you know it...it's football season again.

Then, the July after Eric graduated (he took the 4 year plan, I hung around for 5), we got engaged! I was so excited. Of course I immediatly began thinking about our wedding, but before I could utter the words "Fall Wedding" I heard Eric say, we can do it whenever you want, as long as it doesn't interfere with football season." I soon learned that "football season" included the previously mentioned practices/recruiting times as well. So where did that leave me for a wedding you may ask? That gave me the choice between May (the month I was graduating from college), June, and July. I was told August was cutting it too close.

Then it was time to have a baby. I remember how exciting it was when we found out that we were going to be parents. Then about a week later, Eric came up to me with such an happy smile on his face and told me that our child's birth wouldn't interfere with football season! At that moment I really thought about faking contractions right in the middle of the A&M vs. t.u. game.

And here is an ongoing discussion that I have with Eric...why people get married during football season. My dear sweet husband cannot even begin to fathom why anyone would dare get married during such a sacred time. I have heard him moan and grumble about every single fall wedding we have attended. And yes, if you are reading this and got married during the fall, my husband was not very happy with you on that day =).

All this to say, football season for Eric, is like Christmas to a kid. This past weekend was even more special because he got to get Mac involved in some good old fashioned Aggie tailgating. So Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Eric!

You Lift Me Up...

Too many times in life we feel like we have no support, but for the past 8 years I have had a companion that was always close to my heart (literally). Unfortunately, the time has come to say good-bye, so it is with a heavy heart that I say a fond farewell to my favorite bra. It's a sad day. I may be alone on this one, but I'm not an easy fit when it comes to bras, so when I find a good one I stick with it. This is the best bra I have ever owned people. She (I'm assuming it's a girl) has supported me in t-shirts, dresses, nights out on the town, and everywhere in between. Her age as begun to show and that soft pink hue of her younger days has started to fade. She was never adorned with lace or beads; she was a simple lady. Her threads have begun to fray; she is not the young woman she used to be. She simply can no longer perform the task which she was called to do. It's time for her to go on to a better place; on to that big Victoria's Secret in the sky. Thanks for all the support....And yes, I just did a post about my bra!